Challenge 909 - Scuppered
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m_findlowTitle: Scuppered
Character: Jack, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 909 - Dog at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen has a slight problem in complying with Jack's request A double drabble.
‘Owen, where's that analysis on the alien plant residue we found on that postcard?’ Jack asked, moving ever closer to Owen's desk as he did. UNIT wants an update on whether they're dealing with a chemical weapon attack or if someone is just trying to wind them up.
Owen rolled his eyes. UNIT only ever wanted help when it suited them. They never offered anything to Torchwood when the shoe was on the other foot. ‘It's gone,’ he replied.
Jack frowned. ‘Gone? What do you mean gone?’
‘Someone,’ he said, making quotation marks in the air as he referred to the black labrador that Jack had taken in as a pet, spending its days wandering the hub looking for things to play with, ‘chewed it and compromised the traces with canine saliva. It's worthless now.’
Jack's eyebrow arched. ‘The dog ate my homework? That's what you're going with?’
‘See for yourself,’ Owen replied, rolling away from his desk, revealing the dog curled underneath, alternating between his store-bought chew toy and a pile of mangled cardboard bits with glossy pictures on one side.
Jack frowned. ‘Almost like you planned it. Ah well. UNIT can just err on the side of caution.’
‘Owen, where's that analysis on the alien plant residue we found on that postcard?’ Jack asked, moving ever closer to Owen's desk as he did. UNIT wants an update on whether they're dealing with a chemical weapon attack or if someone is just trying to wind them up.
Owen rolled his eyes. UNIT only ever wanted help when it suited them. They never offered anything to Torchwood when the shoe was on the other foot. ‘It's gone,’ he replied.
Jack frowned. ‘Gone? What do you mean gone?’
‘Someone,’ he said, making quotation marks in the air as he referred to the black labrador that Jack had taken in as a pet, spending its days wandering the hub looking for things to play with, ‘chewed it and compromised the traces with canine saliva. It's worthless now.’
Jack's eyebrow arched. ‘The dog ate my homework? That's what you're going with?’
‘See for yourself,’ Owen replied, rolling away from his desk, revealing the dog curled underneath, alternating between his store-bought chew toy and a pile of mangled cardboard bits with glossy pictures on one side.
Jack frowned. ‘Almost like you planned it. Ah well. UNIT can just err on the side of caution.’
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Date: 2026-03-22 10:39 am (UTC)